the-fuxking-axelallen

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

Axel, 

Glad you're back, Jolly Green Giant. 

Love, Kenzie

──────────────────────────

Dear Axel, 

You really came back at the perfect time. I wouldn't have it any other way. 

Love, Lennon.

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

noor-chaidi​:

“You’re so right. The world does revolve around me,” Noor quipped, his attempt at a dig not even remotely phasing her. She delighted in being the center of her own universe. It’s not like anyone else was worthy of it. She flipped her hair over one shoulder, straightening her posture up as her lips turned upwards in a bit of a smirk. “Depends on what your definition of the universes are. They’re both streetwear, in a sense. At least with what Virgil - may he rest in peace,” she said, completely seriously before continuing to speak, “- did with Louis. He did a collab with Nike though, and they were already going to be hard to get, and the he died, so now they’re assuming they’re going to go for like….upwards of 40,000 dollars in some case.” 

“I must not have gotten the memo.” He said sarcastically to the other. He watched as she seemingly grew way more interested in the conversation with him as it began to revolve around shoes. He nodded slowly as he tried to keep up with her explaining the world of shoe fashion. “Louis is considered streetwear?” he asked completely seriously. His eyebrows raised at the mention of the shoes price. “That’s ...steep.” He remarked. Despite having never struggled for money in his life, 40,000 seemed like an insane thought for shoes. “Did you pay that for the shoes?” He asked in a slightly judgmental tone. “I think the most I’ve paid for shoes was like a grand.” He admitted. 

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

noor-chaidi​:

“I so love strangers asking me about what I’m working on when they’ve just admitted they have no ideas of their own,” Noor said lightly, not looking up from the basic still life she was working on for her introductory art class to address the male. “Though all I’m working on is catching up on the still life I missed when I skipped class trying to see if I could get an advance pair of the Louis Vuitton Air Force 1′s and not have to deal with the public during the auction. Not exactly the pinnacle of creative assignment,” she said with a sigh, finally glancing over towards him, boredom clear on her features.

“Well, that’s good! Because I love bitchy girls who seem to live in worlds that revolve around them- so it seems we’re just each other's type.” He said with a raised eyebrow still staring at the other despite them not looking at him. He looked puzzled at the other- sure he knew nothing about fashion but he felt like she was being facetious about what she’d skipped class to do. “Aren’t Louis Vuitton’s like a whole different universe than Air Forces?” He asked puzzled. The only thing he’d knew about the shoes were that his ex wore red bottoms. He was still wearing a pair of beat up converse that were years old at this point, rotating them only with Doc Martens. 

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

libbysato​:

“My will to live, but it’s slowly deteriorating the longer I sit here,” she muttered, flipping to a fresh page before eventually looking up to make a similarly bitter face at Axel as he spoke. “Isn’t art meant to be personal? Mean something? Or some crap like that?”

“Oh hey, we have that in common.” He said dryly. He shrugged at her question. “It’s meant to look pretty. If you want to attach some cutesy meaning to it, by all means. I on the other hand like to do it to keep myself busy and to make visually appealing pieces.” Sure, he had a few pieces of work that felt really personal to him- mostly one’s he’d made for an ex roommate he’d adored, but not many. 

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

lucent-luca​:

Luca shrugged. It did sound lame… but, wasn’t that essentially all the other was doing? Still, he seemed to hit a touchy subject, so he let his retort go unsaid. “So, what? You wanna make like a tall pot?” he asked instead. He noted the blond’s hesitation, though he couldn’t pinpoint its source. Maybe he was just bummed out about his artist’s block. “Yeah, I’m sure it will,” he reassured with a curt nod of his head. “Moves you, huh?” Luca echoed with a growing smirk, their eyes darting around to the scattered artwork around the room. “Can’t say I know much about what qualifies as moving but… I do like to consider myself a walking piece of art.” Luca grinned, lifting his hands to his chest. “Tell me you’re not inspired looking at this fit, though.”

Axel couldn’t help but to snicker at the other’s clear lack of knowledge of pottery. “Yeah, tall pots and little pots. That’s it.” He said with a laugh. He pulled out his phone and opened up his galary to some of the older projects he’d done, showcasing the many different teapots, sculptures, cups, and plates, riddled with a ton of fine detailing and colour work. “It’s a little more than just pots usually.” He looked the other up and down when he referred to himself as a walking piece of art. “I mean, you’re easy on the eyes- I’ll give you that.” He said flashing the other a flirty smile. “That fit goes hard.” He said, cringing at the fact that he’d just used that sentence. He looked at his own poorly dressed body, long sleeve tattered striped shirt with holes throughout it and ripped skinny jeans, with an apron covering them. “I think I win this round of who’s fit is drippier though.” He said, once again cringing hard but laughing at the lingo he chose to use. 

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

reellykenzie​:

“I do if my friends are there,” she argued, bumping her arm against his in a friendly gesture. “And I am positive it would have helped you to see my friendly face there if it was as dingy as you said. But I hope now that you’re back, if you need someone to help you through all of that stuff, I’m here for you. I’ll even share my candy stash,” Kenzie offered, smiling at him kindly to let him know she meant it. She laughed when he said he looked nice in a tux, nodding in agreement. “Why don’t we head to the beach. It’s probably way prettier there than being stuck in a stuffy room, which I am sure you have had enough of. And we can always find some sort of trouble to get up to.” She threw him a wink before taking his hand and dragging him with her.

“Oh, we’re friends?” He asked with a smirk. He truly could never tell what page him and Kenzie were on, one moment she was trying to shit kick him, the next they were laughing and carrying on together, the true definition of hot and cold. “Your face probably would've helped.” He said with a smirk, “I do quite enjoy candy.” He nodded at the idea of the beach, before he could even react having his hand pulled away with Kenzie. “Beach sounds fun.” He said, acknowledging her wink and nodding his head back at her. “I’m not dressed for the beach.” He said with a laugh, not overly worried about it. “You are the trouble.” He said as if she wasn’t one of the most well behaved, level headed people he’d ever met. 

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

jckelly​:

“Yeah? I mean,” he mused, “I do tend to pull most things off. And isn’t the point of chaos that it’s disorganised?” Or at least, that was the definition by which he had clearly decided to live. “Saint Jack,” Jack agreed with an angelic smile. “Please don’t worry about being blinded by my heavenly light. I’ll tone it down just for you,” he promised in false reassurance. “I’d tell you,” he added with a long suffering sigh, “but then I’d have to kill you.”

“I think the disorganized chaos is more fun personally.” He shrugged. “Saint Jack.” He repeated back once again, still in disbelief of the two words being used together. “Heavenly light!” His laughter uncontrollably at this point. “Right.” He looked at the other after his next remark and shrugged. “Sounds like a win-win if you ask me.”

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

lenncnwintxr​:

Lennon stared at her sketch book, shading and extending lines to bring her newest vision to life. Her head turned once she heard Axel’s voice, dropping her pencil to give him her full attention. “Do you have a usual routine for when this happens or do you just wait for it to disappear?” She questioned, her eyes going from his to the lump of clay resting on the desk in front of him. “I’m just working on clothes…thinking of some fresh ideas so I’m ready for next school production. Did you want to look?” 

Axel shrugged his shoulders lazily. He didn’t experience this too often, and when he did he had more creative cures that he was trying to stay away from. “I usually just wait it out.” He said quietly. “Of course I want to look.” He said standing up to go hover over her and her sketchbook. “Does the next school production look promising?” He asked with a chuckle. He couldn’t imagine it’d be anything he’d care much about but he was still curious nonetheless. 

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

reellykenzie​:

“Dude… shit. That sounds fucking hard. You know if you needed someone, you could have called me. Or Leo. I know you probably couldn’t call right away or anything, but when you could we would have been there for you. Help you deal with all that or at least come visit you,” she offered. Sure, her and Axel hadn’t gotten off to the best start, but she considered him a friend now. She gave him another quick hug before punching him in the arm. “Next time don’t ignore all of us and maybe you won’t be stuck in rehab all by yourself. Dummy,” she stated, shaking her head. “Thanks for the offer. I’ll keep that in mind since you do look so good in a tux,” she teased. “Well, when you have some time after getting caught up, we should hang out.”

“I know…” he said almost shamefully. Realistically he knew that there were people who would have his back no matter what, but it got to the point that he didn’t want to bring them down with him. “You don’t need to be spending your free time in those dingy places Kenzie.” He reassured the other. He felt warm to know that someone cared that much about his absence though. “I do look nice in a tux, don’t I?” He asked with a smile. “I’d be down, have anything interesting in mind?” He asked intently. “I’ve got some free time.”

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

yasminenahmias​:

“People usually say I have the opposite effect,” she teased. Although it was partially true, Yas was all about supporting the people, to a fault even, some could say she was more of an enabler than a supporter. She rolled her eyes at Axel’s next words, scoffing quietly. “I am supposed to be working on this one collage. It’s for a class. I am not an artist.” 

“So they lie to you?” He teased playfully. He always knew the other to be a good and supportive person. “Hmm, can I see?” He asked prompting the other to show him their work. “A collage of what?”

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

tadkoury​:

“—This is beneath me.” Tad said, that wave of abrupt irritation settled slightly once he was called out. Settling back into his seat, he made sure to hold Axel’s eye contact even as it brought on a sense of what could be laughter, maybe it was embarrassment. “I don’t want to make fruit baskets. I’ve made fruit baskets. This is where this is heading, I tend and like to evolve. Especially where my tuitions concerned.” 

“Beneath you? That’s rich.” Axel sneered out. He found the other to be acting pompously, Luxor has one of the absolute best art programs in state, how was this possibly beneath the other. “Well then go ahead- evolve. Until then, humble yourself and work on the art projects like the rest of us.” He said while rolling his eyes. “If you’re going to bitch about money, go somewhere more in your pay range.” He hissed out.

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

leo-everett​:

“Must be contagious,” Leo mumbled quietly as he continued to stare at the same blank piece of paper he had been for the past twenty minutes. Though who’s art block was influencing who’s, Leo couldn’t tell. All he knew was this particularly block seemed worse than it had ever been. He’d run into the problem before - in fact, he wasn’t sure if he had known a single artist who hadn’t. But even still, he could at the very least force himself to create something. Even if it was stiff and void of any real heart or purpose, even if it was just a simple observational study from life, he could make something. Yet in that moment, he was so lost in his own thoughts and doubts that he was beginning to wonder if he was even holding the pen correctly. He let out a defeated sigh before turning to look over at Axel. “What do you normally do to get out of it?” Leo wasn’t sure if he had any foolproof methods to combat the dreaded art block, but he certainly wouldn’t mind any advice if Axel had any of his own.

Axel frowned when the other said he was also experiencing it. He tapped on the desk for a few moments, still staring daggers into the unmolded clay. He looked up at Leo when he asked his usual methods. “Drugs.” He admitted with a laugh. “I can’t be doing that anymore though.” He said stiffly, looking around the room, hoping that anything would give him some kind of inspiration. “What do you usually do?” He asked, zoning in on the other boy. It always seemed such a strange concept that you could be so close to someone, yet you still are learning the little things like what helps their creative blocks.

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

lucent-luca​:

In Luca’s experience, art kids were weird. Sure, he’d give them the benefit of the doubt, but in most cases they held this weird pseudo-deep, rose-tinted ideology of the world. “Artist’s block, huh? Aren’t you like… just making a pot?” Luca questioned, tilting his head to look at Axel’s station. “Uh. Nah. Just hanging out. It’s pretty quiet in here,” Luca observed, glancing around the art room. He was never really the creative type, and he didn’t pretend to be, but they liked to consider themself culturally knowledgeable anyway. “How do you usually knock the artist’s block?” Luca asked, mostly unhelpfully.

Axel stared at the other after he heard his question. “It could be just a pot, but that sounds awfully lame, does it not?” He asked flatly. He nodded in agreement to the fact that it was quiet. The art room was one of the rooms that seemed to always stay quiet, even in a place as lively as Luxor. “Uhm...” Axel hesitated on the answer, he really didn’t know what to say. “I don’t get it too often.” It had been quite a while since he last experienced it. “And, I’m sure once I get back into the swing of things, I’ll be fine.” He shrugged. “To knock it? I don’t know, usually I check out other art, see if anything moves me...” 

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

reellykenzie​:

Her grin brightened against his shoulder when she felt the taller boy’s arms wrap around her finally. “What, did you expect me to be pissed because you never texted me back even though I sent you like a million? Well, I am slightly, but I’m putting that lecture off until later,” Kenzie explained, planting a kiss on his cheek before finally letting go. “I’ve been good. Well, as good as I can be with yet another crazy group making our lives hell. My mom got engaged, so that’s good,” she admitted with a shrug. At least there was one good thing. “What about you? What have you been up to? Did you miss my pretty, pretty face?”

Axel held his head down shamefully as the other mentioned sending him a ton of texts. “I know, I went AWOL.” He confirmed. “After everything happened I ended up in the hospital for a little while, then a rehab center. I had it taken away from me the entire time I was on psyche watch, and ended up breaking it before I even got transferred to rehab.” He admitted. “You weren’t the only one I ignored.” He reassured the other. Axel smirked as the girl kissed him. “Wow, good for her.” Axel said as the other talked about her mother’s engagement. “If you need a date to the wedding, let me know.” He said flashing a smile. “Of course I missed your pretty face, it’s the only reason I came back.” He teased. “Nothing really, just been catching up on any missed work.” 

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

yasminenahmias​:

“The last time I have seen you, you were having another artist’s block.” Yasmine vaguely remembered the conversation, she was in a rush, it didn’t help that Josh was being all cryptic too. “It almost feels like my energy causes it,” she said jokingly, letting out a chuckle. “And no, not yet. I am supposed to be working on something, but I keep procrastinating.”

“Yeah, your energy really puts a damper on my creativity.” He said with a chuckle. “You’re too distracting.” He said with a smirk. “What’re you supposed to be working on?” He asked eyeing the other down. 

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

thebradycarter​:

Brady was never really into art but he did have a talent to draw, ever since he was a small child. The talent went from coloring to drawing. He even took an art class in high school to improve on his drawing. It’s something the male always liked to do when he had nothing else to do. Brady looked up when he heard a voice and faced where it was coming from. “Uh, just a drawing. Just a field with mountains in the background and horses. Just random I guess.” Brady shrugged.

Axel stared at the other as he spoke. “Drawing what?” He asked before listening to the other’s follow up. He hovered over, looking at the drawing. “I like the horses.” He pointed out. He stared at the clay in front of him, unfortunately still not feeling overly inspired. “I tried to get into drawing and painting, but I could never get my hands to cooperate.” He admitted. “How’d you get into drawing?” 

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

tivadelavida​:

Tiva glanced up at the male’s voice, her eyes scanning over him without taking much in, automatically looking back down in front of her before it hit her that he had been talking to her, lifting her head back up with a shake of her hair. “Oh, no, I’m just here to hang out with friends,” she said, one hand indicating the empty chair at the table across from her, her head ever so slightly tilting towards one side when she realized it had been awhile since they had come back. “Hm,” Tiva said, considering for a moment before shrugging. “Anyways, I’m just inspiration, not artist.”

Axel looked to the empty chair. “Ahh..” He said slightly confused, but deciding not to question it. “Inspiration, hmm?” He asked eyeing up the girl. “Not sure that I’m getting the inspiration that you’re giving off.” He said, still continuing to paw at the clay in front of him.